by Sharron Tyrrell
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
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The awakening of spring.
By Sharron Tyrrell
Sueded sides, still in the brush beneath the cedar tree,
Silent there, struck by your beauty, I hope you donít see me.
A trail that says youíve been so close, in the fresh new fallen snow,
Youíre welcome here Iíll clear your path, no matter where you go.
Raven shine, voice so loud, landing in that tree,
From inside, my mountain home, I see you look at me.
A scavenger of morsels, you steal from unknown places,
Your antics as you strut and walk, put smiles on human faces.
Oh chatter box upon the snow, I think youíre mocking me,
From there you dart on tiny feet to circle up the tree.
Out on the limb, you look at me, throw acorns at my feet,
No thank you sir, thatís my reply, theyíre there for you to eat.
Itís early spring, all come awake and fill once barren days,
Silent in the winter are but born again today.
The sun shines down to warm the earth and touch a smiling face,
Iíll take your hand and you and I across the field will race.
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|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|Grand write Sharron...... enjoyed|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was so lovely!
|Reviewed by Bianca Boonstra
|Glad to see you around again :-)|
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|Glad to read your name and work stranger
I've missed you, yes I know, you always
write the neatest stuff about nature.
Surely you are all moved into your new house?
your husband might like my last poem, hee, hee, ha, ha.........
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead
|glad to see you are writing more!!!!
|Reviewed by Diane Wagner
|Love it! I can smell the earth feel the spring's newness, a smile on my face.
|Reviewed by Trixie Love